Poem-Ginger
I haven't Written in livejournal for five years now...!! This is the start of another day.
Ginger
I hate you, you weren't even fair.
If I died now would you even care?
The thought of you is like holding my breath,
and never letting go.
One by one the color drains to black,
and the images of you come back.
They come from deep down in the core.
Everything slowly fades,
and memories crowd my mind,
Like the flashbacks of all the painful times.
Things that I never wanted to remember,
Ones I've never seen before,
Memories of sleeping there upon the cold hard floor.
Where were you when I needed you most?
When they took me away from you,
to live my life on the opposite coast.
You let them take me,
and you didn't even put up a fight.
But now I know why.
The reason was right in front of me,
right there in plain sight.
But now I remember,
and you can't do a damn thing about it.
I remember everyday since day one,
the first eight years of my life,
and not a moment of fun.
Was I the one who had wronged?
But now I understand,
why my anger for you is so strong.
I thought it was my fault,
but it was not.
It's seven in the morning and I still haven't been able to fall asleep because of this feeling that overwelms me. This poem was done long ago when I first surpressed all my memories as a child but one little CD given to me by my Birth Father's Family of pictures that I have never seen in my life. Pictures of the little bit of childhood memories that I had before he was taken away. Brought back all the hatred, anger and hurt. Years of surpressing these feelings all gone down the drain.
Ginger
I hate you, you weren't even fair.
If I died now would you even care?
The thought of you is like holding my breath,
and never letting go.
One by one the color drains to black,
and the images of you come back.
They come from deep down in the core.
Everything slowly fades,
and memories crowd my mind,
Like the flashbacks of all the painful times.
Things that I never wanted to remember,
Ones I've never seen before,
Memories of sleeping there upon the cold hard floor.
Where were you when I needed you most?
When they took me away from you,
to live my life on the opposite coast.
You let them take me,
and you didn't even put up a fight.
But now I know why.
The reason was right in front of me,
right there in plain sight.
But now I remember,
and you can't do a damn thing about it.
I remember everyday since day one,
the first eight years of my life,
and not a moment of fun.
Was I the one who had wronged?
But now I understand,
why my anger for you is so strong.
I thought it was my fault,
but it was not.
It's seven in the morning and I still haven't been able to fall asleep because of this feeling that overwelms me. This poem was done long ago when I first surpressed all my memories as a child but one little CD given to me by my Birth Father's Family of pictures that I have never seen in my life. Pictures of the little bit of childhood memories that I had before he was taken away. Brought back all the hatred, anger and hurt. Years of surpressing these feelings all gone down the drain.